My boyfriend might be the only white boy I know who has rhythm. You should really see him booty dance to Fergie's London Bridge.

It's an overcast day in Dallas. I know it's warm and muggy, but I'm inside studying right now, and it looks so nice and crisp outside. I feel like wearing a hoodie.

I am looking forward to:
-a bike ride at night to the video store
-getting all these new house chores over and done with
-a month to be over so i can get a bill already in order to apply for a dallas library card
-going to the man made lake with the remote controlled boat

I am thinking about starting to research a novel about the communist takeover in WWII. Biting off more than I can chew? But that's the story of my life!

In related news, this weekend I accidentally got me and Aaron wrangled into a chore--peeling wallpaper at his house. It's really much more difficult than I thought it would be. I thought it would be 30 minutes of satisfying peeling (much like peeling a sunburn...) and so I peeled a bit off, thus ensuring that it would be a task we'd have to finish. But it's turned into a mess of going to home depot for enzyme and scraping, scraping, scraping. I feel like my right bicep is getting overdeveloped.

Anyways, I haven't forgotten about a certain "best of" cd that I'm supposed to be sending off. It's coming, I promise.